"Bang."
This punch carried an incredibly terrifying power.
However, the horrifying energy dissipated into nothingness as it neared the three figures.
It was as if an invisible barrier had blocked Cang Yue's attack.
"You all..."
Cang Yue suddenly had a foreboding feeling in his heart.
These three individuals did not seem like Martial Sovereigns.
No Martial Sovereign he had ever encountered possessed such an ability—to neutralize his attack without even moving.
This kind of technique, this kind of aura, faintly reminded Cang Yue of that Elder on the stage—the sole Martial Saint of the Taichang Sacred Land!
"Are these the so-called top martial artists of the Taixuan people?"
"Too weak. At best, their strength merely rivals the Divine Power Realm..."
Lu Changsheng spoke.
These three individuals were none other than Lu Changsheng, Xia Chengfeng, and Zhao Yujian.
The three had arrived at the Taichang Sacred Land.
